Thursday, February 16, 2006

Wen and I watched a Hong Kong movie, The Shopaholic, at Kings Cinema in China town today.

She thought it was lame, I thought lame is what you would expect of any HK movies these days. My attention wasn't on the story line though, I was too busy drooling over the bags shown in the movie. If you're a bag person too, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Because of some unforeseen circumstances, Bee and I won't be going to Shanghai with the rest of his family. So we're planning a shopping trip to Hong Kong, just the 2 of us.

He promised to get me the Louis Vuitton wallet that I want. (I'm writing this down so he can't back out later.)

The story behind the wallet is, he felt bad for standing me up.

The day of my Board exam, he promised to call me right after my exam, which was at 1pm my time.

He overslept and only woke up at 5.30pm my time, by then I was already on the flight back to Melbourne.

The poor guy felt really really guilty. It's the first time that he didn't do something he promised. Sure he's been late on several occasions here and there when he promised me that he will be on time, but never something to this magnitude. He felt as though he wasn't there for me when I needed him.

He wanted to make it up to me, so I "cleverly" manipulated the situation and asked for the LV Blueberry Epi Leather wallet. *Evil laughters*

I've narrowed down my choices of the wallet to the Trésor Wallet, the French Purse, and the Porte-Trésor International.

My Secret Garden

Behind the old rusty door, a flight of stone stairs leads up to the walking path with little pebbles. Welcome to my secret garden, where the water is calm and the air is crisp. On one of those mild autumn afternoons with clear blue sky and light breezes, let's lay out white linen tablecloth under my favourite Golden Elm tree and serve freshly baked scones with Earl Grey tea.